Riverrun's great hall was alight with celebration and chatter. Musicians strummed their tunes, and servants and lords alike seemed joyous. A wedding was always a grand affair. The tables were loaded with foods of various kinds, roasted boar and boiled potatoes, rum and honeyed wine. It was not as lavish as the feasts that Robb had once known in Winterfell, the food rationed appropriately for wartime, but she was by his side, and that was all that mattered. That was enough. Her smile was bright and crinkled around her eyes, a joy there that seemed almost scarce in recent days. It made his heart ache in his chest, his eyes drawn to every feature of her face. The slope of her nose, the soft curve of her jawline, the gentle shape of the lips he'd kissed more times than he could count.

She looked to him, all doe-eyed and blushing, as she pointed out his habit of staring. "Can I not look upon my new wife?" Robb's hand sought her own upon the table, fingers lacing with hers. She was soft where he was rough, but he knew the quiet strength she held.

Not your wife yet, she had said, we have yet to say our vows. Her words were true, but the moments ticked closer. She was so close to being his in every possible way - in the eyes of the gods and men alike.

"You shall be my wife soon, my love," Robb replied, voice quiet enough for her alone. She had to lean closer to hear, his breath soft against her ear. "Once we say our vows, I will take you to my bed, and claim you in the ways that matter." Robb felt her hand tighten around his own, and his lips threatened to tug into a smirk. She was all too easy to tease. He knew what to say and when to say it.

"It only took one night for mine own parents. Nine moons after their wedding, I was born."

She turned to look at him then, their breaths mingling and their hands still joined. She quirked a brow, lips parted just slightly. The words that left her next sent a warmth through his body, spoken so sweetly it could not have been anything but a tease. Do you intend to get me with child tonight, Robb?

"You have a problem with me staring," he said, breathing around a faint chuckle, "but you have no problem saying that."